The power went out this last Sunday. Not much fun on a hot, humid weekend afternoon. No power means no internet to surf, no television to watch, no air-conditioning to keep us comfortable. We reported the outage to the power company, who in turn gave us an estimate of three hours until it the power would be restored.
So, with time on our hands, we went to our bedroom to relax and keep cool. He closed the door behind us, went to the dresser and pulled out a length of purple rope.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Whatever the hell I want to," He replied, in a tone that sent shivers down my spine.
Sometimes I need a reminder like that. A reminder that He can and will do whatever He wants, when He wants, and it isn't my place to question Him.
And since I know you are all wondering what He did with the purple rope, He practiced tying my wrists together. We weren't home alone (hence my question), so we couldn't get our kinky-sexy-freak on, so He tied and untied my wrists for a while instead.
Practice makes perfect. And the occasional reminder makes for a better slave.
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Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down...
The search for rope continues, with Master now favoring the UV rope pictured below:
Naturally, I voted for purple. And, also naturally, my vote doesn't count. But I voted anyway.
Naturally, I voted for purple. And, also naturally, my vote doesn't count. But I voted anyway.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
A Very Kinky Afternoon, Part One
Yesterday was the start of our last weekend alone.
It began with a request: "Today, when you do your hair, you will put it in two braids." He emphasized this by reaching out with both hands and grabbing fistfuls of hair. He didn't elaborate or explain why he wanted braids, but He tugged on my hair until I realized a "Yes, Master" was needed. Then He let go and went about His business.
I got the message. After I showered, shaved, and dried my hair, I did something I haven't done in years. I parted my hair down the middle of my head and braided it. Two very, very long braids, and there was some swearing involved. My hair is long--hangs down to my ass--and my fingers were out of practice, hence the swear words.
However, the look on His face when I emerged from the bathroom made it all worth it. His smile was priceless. The braids, clearly, were pleasing. There was also something a little...scary....about His grin. I told Him so. He laughed. It was not comforting.
He ordered me to sit on the end of the bed, then He got busy with the ropes. When He finished, I was tied to the bed, on my back, hands tied to the headboard, feet to the side posts, legs bent. Completely exposed.
His hands gently caressed my thighs and lightly brushed across my pussy. Instant turn-on. But He didn't stay gentle for very long. He gave my pussy a beating. He started by spanking, then used the leather flogger, the suede flogger, and finally, Mr. Blister. Every so often He would stop and rub His hand over the stinging skin, soft and teasing touches, before returning to pain.
At one point He spread my lips and pinched my clit, HARD; I almost came when He did that. Then I heard the sound of CLAMPS. A clamped clit? No, no, no, no, no. Which is exactly what I said to Him. I don't think He was going to do it; I think He just wanted to watch me panic. It worked.
So He put the clamps away and brought out the Hitachi Wand. It did not take long for me to orgasm. I'd been on edge the whole time. After I came He fucked me for a while, then stopped and untied me.
He helped me sit upright, as I was a floaty-puddle of goo at this point, and He told me, "We're not done. It's time for a change in position."
This is a good place to stop for now, so this is the End of Part One. Stay tuned for Part Two, where the secret of the braids will be revealed.
It began with a request: "Today, when you do your hair, you will put it in two braids." He emphasized this by reaching out with both hands and grabbing fistfuls of hair. He didn't elaborate or explain why he wanted braids, but He tugged on my hair until I realized a "Yes, Master" was needed. Then He let go and went about His business.
I got the message. After I showered, shaved, and dried my hair, I did something I haven't done in years. I parted my hair down the middle of my head and braided it. Two very, very long braids, and there was some swearing involved. My hair is long--hangs down to my ass--and my fingers were out of practice, hence the swear words.
However, the look on His face when I emerged from the bathroom made it all worth it. His smile was priceless. The braids, clearly, were pleasing. There was also something a little...scary....about His grin. I told Him so. He laughed. It was not comforting.
He ordered me to sit on the end of the bed, then He got busy with the ropes. When He finished, I was tied to the bed, on my back, hands tied to the headboard, feet to the side posts, legs bent. Completely exposed.
His hands gently caressed my thighs and lightly brushed across my pussy. Instant turn-on. But He didn't stay gentle for very long. He gave my pussy a beating. He started by spanking, then used the leather flogger, the suede flogger, and finally, Mr. Blister. Every so often He would stop and rub His hand over the stinging skin, soft and teasing touches, before returning to pain.
At one point He spread my lips and pinched my clit, HARD; I almost came when He did that. Then I heard the sound of CLAMPS. A clamped clit? No, no, no, no, no. Which is exactly what I said to Him. I don't think He was going to do it; I think He just wanted to watch me panic. It worked.
So He put the clamps away and brought out the Hitachi Wand. It did not take long for me to orgasm. I'd been on edge the whole time. After I came He fucked me for a while, then stopped and untied me.
He helped me sit upright, as I was a floaty-puddle of goo at this point, and He told me, "We're not done. It's time for a change in position."
This is a good place to stop for now, so this is the End of Part One. Stay tuned for Part Two, where the secret of the braids will be revealed.
Monday, January 9, 2012
It's Snowing!
Our weekend passed quietly, full of football and good food. In between football games we watched our college student play Skyrim on the xbox. What an impressive game. Master and I each took a turn creating a character and wrecking havoc in the virtual world. It was fun.
While He watched football, Master also watched rope-tying videos on His laptop. He went and found a length of string and sat practicing. Impressive multi-tasking, don't you think?
Tonight we will watch the college football national championship game and have leftovers. Right now it is snowing, our first snowfall of the year. That puts me in the mood for a hot cup of coffee, so I think I will go make a fresh pot and see if anyone else would like some.
While He watched football, Master also watched rope-tying videos on His laptop. He went and found a length of string and sat practicing. Impressive multi-tasking, don't you think?
Tonight we will watch the college football national championship game and have leftovers. Right now it is snowing, our first snowfall of the year. That puts me in the mood for a hot cup of coffee, so I think I will go make a fresh pot and see if anyone else would like some.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Home Alone, Part 2
After a good night's sleep and a few cups of good coffee, I am ready to tackle this post. Here goes...
Yesterday, before He left to drive the college student home, He gave me an order: "Shave while I'm gone." No need to repeat that order--I was in the shower as soon as His vehicle left the driveway.
After He returned about two hours later, thanks to last minute errands and holiday traffic, He went into the bedroom and made some preparations. Eventually He called me in there, where I found Him next to the bed, white rope in hand. He bound my hands together in front of me and secured them to the top canopy bar of our bed. This is our bed...I figured it might help to have a visual.
Next, He put the blindfold in place and spun me around so I faced Him. Then he ran rope around the top of my thighs and back up through, and around, and by the time He tied the loose ends of that length of rope to the top of the canopy bar, I had no clue what was going on--this was all new.
Oh, while He was busy with the rope, He did manage to tweak my nipples rather hard in the process. Such an excellent multi-tasker.
So, ropes were in place, I couldn't see a thing and had no idea what was happening...then I felt Him back between my thighs, and something cool pressed up against my pussy lips. Then I knew--it was the Hitachi Wand. All of His rope work was to construct a little harness for the wand, and it worked quite nicely. He turned it on, then turned His attentions back to my nipples.
The pleasure of the wand combined with the pain of pinching my nipples was devine. He pulled me close to Him while He hurt me, kissing me deeply, His hands roaming over my body and returning to my breasts to pinch and pull some more. More deep kisses came, and He used one hand to pinch my nose...just a little bit of breath play, but so exciting.
And it was exciting, for both of us. This went on for a while, until He needed more direct contact. So He untied the Hitachi from between my legs, then untied me from the bed, but kept my hands bound together. Once I was free, He flipped me around and bent me over the edge of the bed and fucked me from behind, hard. The kind of hard fucking where it feels like your inner lady-parts are being tossed around--I like that kind of fucking. It makes me feel used and abused.
Just when it was feeling really ouchie, He stopped and ordered me onto the bed. Hands still bound, I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back. He pushed my legs up and fucked me again, more innard-churning hard fucking. After a few minutes of this, He again stopped. He moved away from me and down the bed, until His face was between my legs. He put His mouth on me and it was heaven. He licked and teased and licked and teased until I came hard.
Next He moved back on top of me to fuck me some more. I don't know about you, but my pussy is super sensitive after I have an orgasm, and when He fucks me after I cum, it is a really intense sensation. I think that 's why He likes it so much; He knows He's putting me into sensory overload.
He didn't come inside me though. He stopped, cock still inside me and asked, "Are you ready to suck my dick?" A little breathless and sorta seeing stars, I managed to squeek out "yes Master." He moved onto His back, and I moved into position to take Him into my mouth. I like sucking His cock--I love to hear Him moan in pleasure while I do it. Needless to say, I tried my very hardest to please Him, rubbing and holding His balls while I worked my lips and tongue up and down His shaft.
When He came, He was indeed very pleased. He also made a point of telling me that He left me unmarked, and that He did that for a reason. No further elaboration came on that subject, so I assume it has to do with our trip to the BDSM store. He hinted that He wants a new impact toy, so it makes sense that He wants pristine, unmarked skin on which to test it.
So there you have our first afternoon alone. It was a very enjoyable start to our Christmas vacation.
Yesterday, before He left to drive the college student home, He gave me an order: "Shave while I'm gone." No need to repeat that order--I was in the shower as soon as His vehicle left the driveway.
After He returned about two hours later, thanks to last minute errands and holiday traffic, He went into the bedroom and made some preparations. Eventually He called me in there, where I found Him next to the bed, white rope in hand. He bound my hands together in front of me and secured them to the top canopy bar of our bed. This is our bed...I figured it might help to have a visual.
Next, He put the blindfold in place and spun me around so I faced Him. Then he ran rope around the top of my thighs and back up through, and around, and by the time He tied the loose ends of that length of rope to the top of the canopy bar, I had no clue what was going on--this was all new.
Oh, while He was busy with the rope, He did manage to tweak my nipples rather hard in the process. Such an excellent multi-tasker.
So, ropes were in place, I couldn't see a thing and had no idea what was happening...then I felt Him back between my thighs, and something cool pressed up against my pussy lips. Then I knew--it was the Hitachi Wand. All of His rope work was to construct a little harness for the wand, and it worked quite nicely. He turned it on, then turned His attentions back to my nipples.
The pleasure of the wand combined with the pain of pinching my nipples was devine. He pulled me close to Him while He hurt me, kissing me deeply, His hands roaming over my body and returning to my breasts to pinch and pull some more. More deep kisses came, and He used one hand to pinch my nose...just a little bit of breath play, but so exciting.
And it was exciting, for both of us. This went on for a while, until He needed more direct contact. So He untied the Hitachi from between my legs, then untied me from the bed, but kept my hands bound together. Once I was free, He flipped me around and bent me over the edge of the bed and fucked me from behind, hard. The kind of hard fucking where it feels like your inner lady-parts are being tossed around--I like that kind of fucking. It makes me feel used and abused.
Just when it was feeling really ouchie, He stopped and ordered me onto the bed. Hands still bound, I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back. He pushed my legs up and fucked me again, more innard-churning hard fucking. After a few minutes of this, He again stopped. He moved away from me and down the bed, until His face was between my legs. He put His mouth on me and it was heaven. He licked and teased and licked and teased until I came hard.
Next He moved back on top of me to fuck me some more. I don't know about you, but my pussy is super sensitive after I have an orgasm, and when He fucks me after I cum, it is a really intense sensation. I think that 's why He likes it so much; He knows He's putting me into sensory overload.
He didn't come inside me though. He stopped, cock still inside me and asked, "Are you ready to suck my dick?" A little breathless and sorta seeing stars, I managed to squeek out "yes Master." He moved onto His back, and I moved into position to take Him into my mouth. I like sucking His cock--I love to hear Him moan in pleasure while I do it. Needless to say, I tried my very hardest to please Him, rubbing and holding His balls while I worked my lips and tongue up and down His shaft.
When He came, He was indeed very pleased. He also made a point of telling me that He left me unmarked, and that He did that for a reason. No further elaboration came on that subject, so I assume it has to do with our trip to the BDSM store. He hinted that He wants a new impact toy, so it makes sense that He wants pristine, unmarked skin on which to test it.
So there you have our first afternoon alone. It was a very enjoyable start to our Christmas vacation.
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